2110voices - Delrio vives, Gilberto

Greetings! My name is Gilberto, and I also go by Gil. A little about myself, I am originally from Panama and moved to the United States when I was 11 years old. I was raised in Miami Florida, which I call my second home, and enjoyed every bit of it. During my sophomore year in high school, my family and I moved to Georgia. I graduated from Mill Creek high school. I enlisted in the Navy right out of high school and did eight years. I am currently working on my second degree, majoring in Psychology. My goal is to become a physician assistant working for the Veteran Affairs.I am married and have two boys (a 2-year-old and a 2-month-old). I am taking this course not only as a graduation prereq but to also broaden my understanding of playwriting and the diversification behind it.

(The Queen's garden) my Preface Rewrite:

I grew up where the weather is an average 80 degrees year round, in a house with a beautiful lake that stretched from left to right as far as the eye could see, next to the world's biggest parking lot which was always full of the newest cars that seemed to update in models every year. My name is Gil Delrio, Gilberto Enrique Delrio Vives. A pana, parce, and castellano. Mainly Panamanian and Colombian. I grew up in a neighborhood surrounded by the US-1, I-95, and adjacent to the everglades. An exciting place full of fireworks every night and parade sirens. The queen of our castle was my mom, and she was the only person I knew that could manage to live with my dad, two kids, five dogs, two guinea pigs, a garter snake (that I found and she did not know about), and still took care of the house, made our school lunch, helped us with HW, and tucked us in at night. I honestly lived in the best place ever... until I grew up, of course, and learned many things like that average 80 degrees came along with seasonal deadly hurricanes, that huge lake only brought the biggest reptiles imaginable to our house, that parking lot was a Rick Case Honda dealership, having so many pets meant having to pick up a lot after them, and the fireworks were actually gunshots which explained the sirens... My mom did a great job keeping this world out of our reality, but eventually, we had to move to a new place and start fresh. In comes good old Georgia!